Grumpy Young Whos

                                    

                                          
"I don't know, guys. Fifteen dollars is a lot of money." Cindy-Lou Who said as she stood with her friends; they were hoping to buy a new video game called "Day of Doom III".
"Well, 'Day of Doom III' is a lot of game, Cindy." Ozzy said.
"I'm kinda starting to have second thoughts on this." Izzy commented.
"Come on, it can't be that bad." Groopert said.
"Now remember, guys; it's for mature players only. So we'll need to act way more mature than we usually do. I'll try and grow a mustache!" Axl exclaimed, attempting to grow a mustache on his own.
"Hey, my mom is over 18. Why don't I just act like her?" Cindy chimed in before she and her friends headed over to the counter with the game; she handed the game and some money to the cashier. "Hi there, Mr. Kip. Think you can ring this up for us?"
"Hey, kids. I know you mean well, but this game is not for you. Trust me." The cashier, Mr. Kip, said as friendly as possible. "This game is for mature players only due to violence, over exaggerated mayhem, slight gore, and lots of flashing lights. I just don't think it's for you; you could get serious night terrors."
"That's not fair, Mr. Kip! We're highly mature, we all are!" Ozzy exclaimed, pounding his tiny fist on the desk. "I demand my constipational rights!"
"Don't you mean 'constitutional'?" Izzy asked.
"What? Isn't that what I said?" Ozzy asked.
The next thing they knew, Cindy and her friends were suddenly pushed out of the video game store and into the sidewalk.
"Sorry, kids. It's nothing personal." Mr. Kip said.
"How dare he throw us out of the store?!" Groopert yelled.
"Whatever. Come on, guys. Let's go do something 'age appropriate'." Cindy sighed in defeat before she and the others walked away.
As the five Who children walked down through town, they bumped into a familiar face.
"Hey, kids." The Grinch's voice greeted; his dog Max barked happily.
"Hi, Mr. Grinch." Cindy said.
"What wrong with you?" Grinch asked.
"We wanted to buy a new video game, but Mr. Kip said it wasn't for us." Groopert explained. "He said it was for mature players only."
"What's the game?"
"It's called 'Day of Doom III'." Izzy answered.
"Sounds intense."
"It looks intense, too." Axl said. "But Mr. Kip told us it's not meant for kids."
"Well... maybe Kip has a point." The Grinch said. "Judging by the title alone, this game sounds a little too violent for you guys. Video games are given certain ratings for a reason."
"Awww!" The kids whined.
"Sorry kids, but it's just the way it has to be."
"I wish I could be eighteen years old right now." Groopert groaned.
"Me too." Cindy added.
"Be careful what you wish for."
"Ugh, not that again. Do you know how many times we've been told that stupid phrase?" Ozzy asked. "It's gotten old."
The Grinch was about to speak again when he had a thought. "This may sound weird, but theoretically, I suppose someone could attempt speed up their metabolism to make themselves look eighteen. But it would be pretty unethical in my opinion."